This is a song about "Hits on internet"

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Without money you couldn't be a internet emcee

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

Tramps on the internet, jerks with dick pics sent

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Lyrics the bitch got an internet on rap battling time spent, but my

Cuz on the internet, you all talk,

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Future youtube hits reach

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits